For context, this weaves in some phrases & words from the poems my grandpa wrote for his grandkids' births, and the title "Garden" is a play on his poem "Seed", which was written for his own children.
Poem on, friends.
For context, this weaves in some phrases & words from the poems my grandpa wrote for his grandkids' births, and the title "Garden" is a play on his poem "Seed", which was written for his own children.
Poem on, friends.
By the 12thc warrior poet Xin Qiji 辛棄疾, sidelined during peacetime, demoted, drifting through a decade of minor posts in remote lands.
Poetry, then, is that which is left unsaid.
“My, what a cool and lovely autumn.”
read any good poetry lately?
I’m reading @isaacpickell.bsky.social
Nothing quite like poetry so good you simply *must* physically put it in someone else's hands
I may have to give the book away, it's that good
It's bleak out there, friends, go buy someone's book of poetry/latest album/whatever
Nothing quite like poetry so good you simply *must* physically put it in someone else's hands
I may have to give the book away, it's that good
It's bleak out there, friends, go buy someone's book of poetry/latest album/whatever
I may have to give the book away, it's that good
He has only ever been a two-bit grifter, and explicitly so
And yet, here we are
He has only ever been a two-bit grifter, and explicitly so
And yet, here we are